We all want to feel like we have a purpose

We're all just numbers in the end we're time traveling
Turn the lights off
Turn the lights off
Where do we go from here?

Winter comes round' the bend
When you're not plannin' our escape

September is such a trend
When the leaves fall red

We bow our heads
To the dead
We bow our heads
A funeral for a good friend
To the dead
To the dead
To the dead
(Un funerale per un buon amico, per i morte)

You still swim around
In the sound
The Long Island Sound
I can still see you swimming around
You'll never let me drown
In the sound
You swim around

When the whistle blows
You know it's time to go
When the whistle blows
You know it's time to go
When the whistle blows
You know it's time to go

Hi, Krysta, it's Grandma
Just wanted to know how you're doing
I haven't heard from you, and I was wondering how things were going
Give me a call when you can